PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

For those not in the know,

Poetry comes in hurricane flashes,

bursts and glows,

followed by quick retreat

into the shadows.



The swift typhoon

tycoons itself right before your eyes

before a bomb EXPLOSION.

and everything subsides -

      Shattered pieces of the land it touched

      lay in crumbs,

      forever altered.

What remains is how we falter

hurriedly gathering the dust

to claim our finds.



Inspiration in the air, they say.

Invisible beauty

dying to be seen, heard.

      Absurd...

it'll never come to fruition

so long as we're

living outside the following moment

recreating the last.



A psychic gift would be ideal,

to sense the coming wind,

when and where,

and run with pen in hand

to script the whole affair!



But how do I choose

when to look down

and lose the next go-around

of experience?

How may I organize

and theorize

and orchestrate it all

without losing time?



Museic perpetually plays:

      A melodic merry-go-round

      in infinite spin.

While we clumsily choose

when to unsaddle

and when to tune in.